The Story of a Gray squirrel 



than when working with a loving mate 

 at the building and making of the nest. 

 Their world is one of joy — fine weather, 

 fair hunting, with food enough, over- 

 whelming instincts at their flush of com- 

 pulsion — all gratified in sanest, fullest 

 measure. This sure is joy, and Ban- 

 nertail met each yellow sun-up with his 

 loudest song of praise, as he watched 

 it from the highest lookout of his home 

 tree. His "qua" song reached afar, and 

 in its vibrant note expressed the happy 

 time, and expressing it, intensified it in 

 himself. There seemed no ill to mar the 

 time. Even the passing snow-storms of 

 the month seemed trifles; they were little 

 more than landmarks on the joyful way. 



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